Another year has ended and another year has started. It is getting harder for me to even remember this year, I am turning 30? 40? 50? Seriously. After 30, I somehow stopped counting and for the life of me, I can’t really remember my age most of the time. Really. I swear upon my mother’s soul (if she’s not reincarnated already, that is…).
I mean each time someone mentions age, I’d have to think of my year of birth (which I will NOT tell you) and then calculate how old I am on that particular year. Strange I know. But I am sure a lot of others, women and men alike, are just like me. They probably avoid mentioning age after a certain age. Maybe after 40 or for some, like me, after 30.
WTF. I am in my 30s already!!!!
Shit. How could time pass me by without me realizing it? I still have dreams unfulfilled, things incomplete, life on hold, etc, etc, etc…
Oh well.
I shall have to plod along as usual and get on with it to…
grab my dreams, maybe?
complete the things I am supposed to do but did not do yet?
travel round the world like I’ve always wanted?
fulfill my wanderlust spirit?
Whatever.
And this is yet another year where I get to add 1 to my age. Oh YAY. See how delirious with joy I am at such a prospect?
So, this year 2012, the Mayans have predicted that the world’s gonna end by Dec 21.
Hands up those who are panicking like the squirrel above?
My friend, 5xmom (yeah, yeah, the famous blogger who is now working for the Penang chief minister) used to say why worry when we can’t stop the inevitable.
She’s right. Why worry eh?
I’m more worried about the wrinkles that are surfacing, the extra inches that refused to budge and the state of my underwear since I don’t want to be found dead wearing a worn, torn, ratty, granny underwear.
Just sayin’. ;)
But then if the world were to end, then nobody would be around to check what underwear I am wearing. Or that my bra is equally old, worn and ratty and *gasp* does not match the ratty underwear at all.
So, just in case.
I better add in to my list of things to do (and buy) to get a new wardrobe of nice, pretty lingerie sets. I mean, nobody wants to die wearing old, worn ugly lingerie right? It’s just SO pathetic.
Oh yeah. As for the new year and new resolutions and whatnots.
No.
No I am not gonna pledge new resolutions.
2012, 2011, 20whatever is just a number. Like our age. So, it does not effing matter.
So, happy whatever. And while everyone is going back to work tomorrow after a long weekend, I am not working. Bwahaahahahahaha…
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